Last night....wandering, fed, in the mood for some conversation with some broody philosophical types. Headed to Cafe No Se....a crusty, scrappy, tequila bar frequented by expats and free-spirits from all over the world. Next door sits a bookstore, "Dyslexia," run by Carlos, a 53 year old lawyer-turn-bookshop-attendant-and volunteer from Tennessee. The store focuses on classic lit and Carlos regularly plays chess with anyone who cares to hang in the store. Met him, bought a William S. Maugham novel, offered to buy him drinks for the night...and so we parked at the bar, where sweet young Kevin from Seattle served us vino in thick clear glasses.
We talked Emerson and 19th century American philosophy and politics and family and whatnot. Got slowly drunk and the bar filled and so I met Edwin from GT, and Steve from Australia, and John who owns the place and Mike from NYC, and Nora from Germany....all free-spirits who 
write and have left different places for different reasons that somewhere meet and surely become the same. It was a great, drunken, smokey, dimly lit night in a place that felt so very familiar....thousand of miles from home.....but today, my body has demanded I pay for my sins. Was late to class and my sweet teacher just laughs at me and makes fun. We laugh so much...she is a joy.
write and have left different places for different reasons that somewhere meet and surely become the same. It was a great, drunken, smokey, dimly lit night in a place that felt so very familiar....thousand of miles from home.....but today, my body has demanded I pay for my sins. Was late to class and my sweet teacher just laughs at me and makes fun. We laugh so much...she is a joy. 
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I thought the dyslexia book guy was really friendly too.
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